You know when you go to a gas station and you are like “Damn: what is that good smelling stuff?” and then you feel guilty and like a sniff happy transient because you are indulging in gasoline fumes? It’s a good sensation. No, not the buzz: that smell. My nasal capabilities is my defining sense and I can assure you that gas smell is a good smell. I would smell it all the time if I was ensured that I would not be brain damaged as a result. Continue reading “Gimme That Gasoline Smell”→

If you aren’t digging into digital gay mag Fellow Resident, you’re behind on the online times, dude. The London based web-mag is dedicated to sharing the stories about how the modern gay man lives. It’s pretty great!

In the new issue of Dwell, the one thing that caught the eye was a fucking weirdo art light from France that I am pretty sure embodies me as a person. It’s by a sweet, cute ginger designer named Ferréol Babin. It’s called Aurore and I would like you all to gaze at it.